MINI-EVENT: MIMICS

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MINI-EVENT: MIMICS

May 28th – June 1st, 2022
The Peregrine recently stopped in Bhujerba and took on a whole bunch of new supplies, courtesy of the ship's crew. The transport bots are now positioning those massive pallets of supplies in the storage facility, and wardens (and sneaking inmates!) won't have trouble noticing them: unlike the smooth metal and glass cases that make up the bulk of the storage facility's freight, these were packaged in Bhujerba. They look like great black-and-gold amphoras with matching legs. Practical? Certainly not. Nicer to look at? Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but it sure breaks up all this minimalist shit.

And then one morning, the passengers will discover that some of the amphoras have been moved, and no one really seems to know by who (though Archimedes has ideas).

This event takes player submissions for what will be found in the amphoras, which you can find on the OOC post here. If you have any questions about the event, please ask here.

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1. Missing!

They're gone.

One day there were dozens of amphoras, lined up in neat rows on a metal pallet, and now their numbers are halved. The storage facility is supposed to be off-limits to inmates, but it doesn't stop them from walking in anyway to poke around. Thieves, perhaps? Stored goods don't just get up and walk away on their own.

2. Fighting the Mimics

The amphoras show up all on their own a few days later, tucked into corners in odd rooms, between rows of plants in the greenhouse, under a desk in the resource library... Anywhere a door wouldn't stop them and, even then, they occasionally sneak in. A sharp eye might notice the slightest variation in color, or question how they got in at all, but a curious cat will find the answer quickest.

When touched, the amphoras come to life, their stands unfolding into four spider-like legs, the body pivoting parallel to the ground. The lid becomes a terrible eye. It may look like a machine, but its thick carapace makes it an insectoid.

What it wants, unfortunately, is to feast on sentient brains.

Good luck!

3. Goodies

Destroying the mimics yields loot: a dropped cache of goods. The problem is there's no way to tell what belongs to who...and finding the intended owner means knowing what that person might want.

Please respond here if you'd like your character to find any items; just remember, it's their job to figure out who it rightfully belongs to! (There's a cheat sheet here with what items are intended for who, but it's always fun to consider who your character would think would want that item...if only to play keep-away.)

Comments

[spanning]

The implicit apology is nonsensical; he stares at her, corner of his mouth twitching into a frown.

"If you were looking for my shit, it wouldn't make much sense to just hand it to me."

[goty]

She shrugs, trying to reject his keen logic entirely. "Whatever. You got it back."

She retreats from the sliver of light his open doorway casts.

[spanning]

She retreats and his temper sparks. He shoves the door open the rest of the way.

"Ellie." He hangs out the doorway, but doesn't pursue her. He did that once, real or not, and—it wasn't enough. "Stop being such a coward."

[goty]

The grimace twists into a snarl. She was never too good with direct confrontation; it gets her hackles up. "Oh, fuck you," she spits back. "You want me to barge in and make it all about me again? I can fucking do that, too."

[spanning]

"Is that what this is about?" That is...so fucking stupid. The look on his face is sharp and his voice terse. "Isn't that the whole point?"

[goty]

She takes a moment on the metaphorical back foot, glaring at him in the half light. "No," she murmurs, "it's not all about me. That's the whole point, dickhead."

[spanning]

There's a pause as he checks himself, even if the skin's still too tight around his eyes.

"The reason I'm here," he begins, slow, "is to help you. And fine, you ask for it and you get it, but then you go ahead and avoid everyone and still have the gall to say it isn't all about you?"

[goty]

"So you're pissed at me because I dragged you into shit, and you're pissed because I'm not? Fucking pick one, Aki."

She reaches up to give him a shove, before realizing what she's doing, stopping short just in time. Her hands quickly find their way back into her pockets.

[spanning]

The look on his face near dares her to do it, just out of his refusal to budge.

"I was never mad about you 'dragging me into shit.'" It was how she did it, but he doesn't stop to examine why that touched a nerve. "But don't you dare throw another tantrum the next time someone blows you off or avoids you when all you do is the same thing."

[goty]

The 'throwing a tantrum' line hits her unexpectedly hard; it's the kind of shit Joel used to say, before they were... whatever they were. Before he gave a shit, or would let himself show that he did. Oh, God, how she hates that child, that whistling little weirdo that she was.

So she immediately mimicks her, voice rising, arguing for the sake of it with familiar vehemence. "I'm not-" But she is- "Fuck you, Aki."

But she doesn't move. She wipes her hand over her forehead, trying to concentrate, work through his words. He's one of the few people here worth actually listening to. The memory of him as a smiling child echoes; that has to be worth something.

It all has to be worth something.

"Okay. Fuck. Fine." She agrees; that doesn't mean she has to be happy about it.

[spanning]

It always surprises him when she capitulates in an argument, too used to fights petering out before they can resolve or ending with everyone still mad. It puts him off for a moment, enough that his anger starts to dissolve.

"Fine, you won't get upset about it, or fine, you'll stop doing that shit?"

It's mild, instead of tense.

[goty]

Her expression stays strained, eyes sharp. "I'll try, okay? Jesus."

[spanning]

He looks up, brief, and then back down.

"That isn't an answer." But his eyes flick past her and he adds, as a concession of sorts, "Thanks for returning the picture."

[goty]

"I didn't say I wouldn't try hard. I'm gonna try, we just both know I-" she grinds her teeth, hating saying this- "I fuck up a lot. I'm not gonna make promises I can't keep."

She's done too fucking much of that lately.

[spanning]

"I meant what you were going to try. I don't expect a turnaround after one day." He's looked after too many other hunters—after Denji and Power—for too long to be that deluded.

He sighs. "Do you want to come in or do you want to keep arguing in the hall?"

[goty]

"I'll try to-" She nearly snarls. Anger sparked in her doesn't die quick, but at least she knows not to strike out against a friend. "I'll stop... throwing tantrums."

(Was going after Abby a tantrum? God, she can't think of that right now.)

"And- no. Your inmate, I don't wanna bash her fucking head in." And she's not sure she could resist the urge, if it came to that.